Ok, I admit it. I have been super lame about updating this page the past couple months. And I can make lots of excuses. For starters, there has been a plague on my household for pretty much that whole time. One of us has been sick for nearly two months. It started with a cold. Then there was the stomach flu. Then there was the viral infection from hell that ended with us having to cancel the child's birthday party so we wouldn't infect our loved ones. Its been rough.
Then there is the fact that I am now officially the parent of a toddler in the throes of the terrible twos. Don't get me wrong, she is still the sweetest, most adorable child in the world (and I am not biased at all
), but oh my, the tantrums! When did she get opinions? Who said that was ok? And why must she be hell bent on trying to injure herself by jumping off anything and everything?
But neither of those reasons are really why I've been so silent lately. Really, I just haven't felt the inspiration to make fun of pop culture lately. And I blame it all on Kim Kardashian. Seriously, the whole big Kanye West wedding thing has just sapped my snarky juices. I just can't. I just can't. I'm too burnt out by this woman to even care enough to make fun of her. And it makes me so sad.
In all honesty, I have never seen an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians
or its other spin offs. I hate reality TV (as I've mentioned before) and that family epitomizes everything I hate about it. The staging of drama to make good TV, when you could just watch anything on HBO instead and not feel dirty and manipulated. The playing into stereotypes. The devolving into vapidness. I can't deal. I know these women (and whatever Bruce Jenner is now) are very savvy business people who have turned doing nothing into a multi-million dollar empire, but just ew.
In the past, I have had no problem making fun of it all. The 72 day marriage to basketball Frankenstein was a source or merriment to me (especially when Kris Humpheries found a backbone and made Kim stay married to him for another year). Even the whole Kanye West whirlwind romance culminating in an 'unplanned' pregnancy made my snark monster cackle with glee. But when Kim and Kanye named that poor child after a direction, he started to get a headache. By the time the over the top proposal came around, though, Mr. Snarky started feeling a bit hoarse in the throat. After months of wedding speculation (What designer will Kim choose? Where will they get married? Will Bruce Jenner walk Kim down the aisle? Will baby North be part of the ceremony? Ugh), my poor snark monster is on life support. And this week long Parisian extravaganza followed by the Italian wedding heard round the world may just be the final nail in his coffin. We have officially had enough!
So am I beaten? Do I no longer care about pop culture? Has Kim Kardashian done what my husband thought could never happen, cured me of my E! Online addiction? Probably not. But she sure has put a damper on my enjoyment of it all. I can't even enjoy a good Jennifer Lawrence quote anymore (who am I kidding, that girl is hilarious!). Its just not the same. I feel saddened, a little empty and....wait! What's this? Bill Murray crashed a bachelor party
? Emma Watson graduates from Brown
? Mad Men's
midseason finale ended in a musical number
? Mr. Snarky is starting to feel better. He may make it after all!